Moon's Flower (Kingdom, #6)

Again he moaned, but she figured if it hadn’t hurt the last time than likely it wasn’t hurting this time.

The length of his male bits slid against her backside and it was so soft. Softer than her beloved rose petals. She’d seen them before, she kept reminding herself. But maybe it was the thought that she was seeing Jericho’s that made her nerves so strung out she felt she might throw up from the nerves. When it came into view, she couldn’t speak, couldn’t even blink.

It was long and seemed impossibly thick and covered in thick veins that almost seemed to throb in front of her eyes. She frowned, wondering if it was hurting him. None of the other men had acted as if they’d been in pain, but maybe they had been. Maybe the cries that’d spilled through the windows hadn’t been pleasure at all.

A shiny drop of liquid gathered at the tip of it. Not thinking, she reached out and swiped at it, eliciting a powerful groan from him. But not just a groan, his thighs trembled so hard they shook her rump.

Gasping, she righted herself by palming his thighs. “Jericho? Did I hurt you, goddess, I’m sorry, it just looked like it was weeping and I didn’t know—”

Laughing so hard, it did make her tumble off him, he sat up so quick she hardly had time to gasp, before he was wrapping her up in his arms. “I love you, Calanthe, you beautiful, innocent fairy. I wasn’t weeping, love. It’s called desire.”

Shoving the hair from her eyes, she cocked her head and took in a heady drag of his wonderful male scent of fresh clean soap and man.

“That is desire? It was throbbing and looks so large.”

He moaned again and that’s when she was aware that her breasts were mashed against his chest and the friction was wonderful.

“Oh,” she squeaked and rubbed against him, doing that also caused her center to rub against his hairy thigh. “Ohh!” she was the one to moan this time and began sawing her body back and forth on his leg as a spiraling but pleasant pressure began to build.

“Calanthe,” he drawled, settling his hands on her hips. Tipping his forehead to hers, he forced her to stop. “You’re killing me.”

“What?” She cried and tried to jump back. “I didn’t know, I didn’t…”

Shaking his head, he pulled her back. “I don’t mean that figuratively. But the way you keep rubbing your body on me and touching me, I want this to last, Calanthe. So much. But I’m not sure I will.”

“What can I do?”

Pressing a kiss to her lips, he let her go again and leaned back, but this time he lifted his leg just slightly so that it was firmly wedged between her thighs.

His smile was wicked as he said, “it’s what I can do for you, love. Use my body. I want to see you bloom like one of your flowers.”

She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to move on him as she had been before, but she wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted her to do.

His nostrils flared and his eyes filled with heat. “Do whatever you want to me. Whatever. You. Want.”

Gulping with fear, excitement, she nodded. His look was so… so… forceful, full and sure and hot, and she knew the shyness would grip her if she looked at him. So she turned her eyes to the side and gave into her desire.

Holding onto his thigh, she wiggled back until her legs were spread wide enough that her wetness came in direct contact with him. She hissed and his groan was so loud that the cave responded by filling their world with song.

Tossing her head back, she closed her eyes and rode back and forth on him. Going slowly at first, not wanting to hurt him. But as the pleasure increased, so did her pace. His grunts and hers mingled into a choir and the pleasure built, grew and grew. Twisting her insides around, making her head hurt from grinding her teeth so hard.

In moments she felt like she was on the cusp of something overpowering and terrifying. A darkness that beckoned and thrilled. Snapping her eyes open, skin flushed with sweat, his gaze trapped hers and he wasn’t just looking at her. He was branding.

“Jericho?” She whimpered, afraid to fall and afraid not to.

So quickly she could barely process it, he yanked his leg out from under her and then his body was sprawled on top of her, pressing into her in a most delicious way. His hardness touched the very tip of her swollen, throbbing center and she cried out.

“Will this hurt?” she whimpered.

“Only a little, and just at the beginning, but I’ll be so careful, love.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “So careful.”

Prepared for the pain, she bit her lip and nodded, because to stop now was unthinkable.

He was as thick as she’d feared and the stretch of his entering burned, heart thumping madly in her ears, she didn’t move as he oh so slowly, moved deeper and deeper into her.